“Cool. Mind telling me your pronouns? I’m he/they.”
“Oh, I haven’t chosen pronouns yet. I got to get my name right before I can decide on pronouns. How did you choose yours?” they ask curiously.
“I was born with a penis and everyone called me a boy, and it feels comfortable being a he, so I never changed it.” I’m one of the lucky ones whose parents got it right.
Jay shudders, and looks over their shoulder. “That sounds horrible. I think I would have eaten my parents if they tried to gender me like that. So, you should probably get out of here. The—” whatever they say isn’t translatable into human. “And if you don’t leave you’ll likely die with no fur.”
“Baby, take me home, would ya?” Just as I finish saying those words, a hand grabs me from behind. And then the baby teleports us back to my apartment.
I look over my shoulder at the person who grabbed me. It’s Darcy, of course, and he has one of those gargoyle people holding his hand.
“Good job, baby. Now go on home to your parents,” I pet the baby gently to praise them with more than just words.
The baby chirps and disappears from my shoulders.
The gargoyle person—this one is wearing a black and white suit that wouldn’t be out of place dancing the Charleston—salutes me with a grin and disappears much less thunderously than the flink does.
Darcy shakes his head, eyeing me up and down like he’s trying to decide if I’m healthy and whole. “I don’t know why I keep chasing you.”
I laugh, running my fingers through my hair to tame it after the baby nested in it. “It’s because I’m pretty and you want in my ass.”
Darcy looks me up and down again, this time with a decidedly lecherous undertone, and a slow smile splits his lips. “The simplest explanations are the best.”
I point to the couch. “Sit. I’ll lick your lollipop until you come. Then you can do whatever and meet me back here to fuck me before you take me out for supper.”
Darcy responds by walking over to the couch, dropping his skinny jeans to his thighs and sitting with his huge dick right there, ready and waiting for my mouth.
“Excellent.”
10
I know no one’s judging my enthusiasm unkindly, but the way I drop to my knees and hoover that thing into my mouth—well, Darcy can’t accuse me of not being present for this BJ. Honestly, I have done some perfunctory blowies, so it’s not like I’ve never gotten distracted while getting a lover off, but not this time. Plus, Darcy doesn’t seem like the type to degrade his partners, more like the type to praise—
“Oh you’re good at that, ain'tcha, Peach?”
Shudder.
That voice. I think I’ll probably die a happy man for having sucked this dick because of the deep voice attached to it.
Good lord.
His dick is big when it’s soft, and I’m delighted—giddy—to get this beautiful thing in my mouth while it’s all soft and warm. It feels like a sleepy morning snuggle, like I’m hugging his cock with my tongue. It hardens as I suck, learning the map of his veins, and I’m forced to pull back to accommodate the length and thickness. I’m not against choking on dick, but I gotta lead up to that, and this one’s exceptionally large and will need more attentiveness than normal.
For now, I enjoy the steady pull of arousal and joy from feeling him go from soft to hard—there’s no rush. No need to. I like this part of being between his legs.
“Damn, Peach. Your mouth is perfect. I’m going to have to taste it later. You gon’ gimme control?”
I’m a little too busy for words, so I reach up and move his hand to the back of my head to let him know he can grab hold if he wants to.
“Oh Peach, that’s awful sweet of you, but you’re doin’ a job here, and I’m enjoying yer work.”
It’s his choice if he wants to take control later, but now he knows he can.
Gah, this cock is both a show-er and a grow-er. Whew-ee. I get my hand wrapped around the base and start a slow slide—we’re not in a hurry yet. I follow my hand with my mouth, slowly pressing him further into my throat closer to my limit with each bob.
“That’s good. You can git deeper. Look at you. I know it’s big, but you’re gon’ suck it into that pretty little throat, ain'tcha Peach?”
Encouragement is always nice. It takes a few more tries before I get it lodged as far back as I’m going to get him, and I hang there, holding my breath and resisting the urge to cough as I stroke his balls. I pull back, running my hand up and down his long shaft as I suck and lick the crown and catch my breath. As soon as I do, I push him down my throat again, looking up to find breathless approval in his eyes.
